[Yuyuko WG] Youmu’s Grand Quest for Dango

Happy birthday to Lok Strife! May he enjoy this story of gluttony and Yuyuko.

This is my first ever attempt at writing fat stuff, so all feedback is welcome!

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How It All Began

The Netherworld. A land filled with cherry blossoms, spirits awaiting judgement and nothing else. A land where, if you’re a living breathing being, there’s not much to do for entertainment. One such person, the only such person for that matter, was a certain Youmu Konpaku, the gardener of the grand shrine of Hakugyokurou. Her days would usually pass by with drudgery, swordplay, and even more drudgery related to her role as servant to Lady Yuyuko. As a diligent half-human half-phantom, she would not complain or shirk her responsibilities despite having done the same job for a couple decades by this point.

One part, the most important part, of Youmu’s responsibilities was getting food for her lady. Why a gardener and bodyguard also had to act as a glorified food courier when they could hire someone else is a mystery, a mystery that is way beyond the scope of this story. She and her lady would frequently travel down to the human realm in search of new delicacies. Unfortunately, Youmu had never managed to find a place that could consistently satiate Lady Yuyuko’s appetite. Sure, the occasional feast at the Hakurei Shrine helped, but finding food wasn’t the easiest job in the world when one worked with a tight budget of “nothing; the land of the dead doesn’t have money”.

Eventually Youmu had a genius idea. Since she was a gardener, why doesn’t she do more than tending to the cherry blossoms and actually grow her own food? With this thought she planted the most staple of crops: rice. From rice came rice flour, from rice flour came delicious dango for flower-viewing season. There was also a ton of rice left since Youmu had overdone the “planting rice” bit, she hoped that those would last for a good century not aware of the fact that food can rot away.

“Lady Yuyuko?” Youmu entered her lady’s presence with a small offering of six balls of dango. “I was wondering if you could try these out.”

The Lady Yuyuko in question was standing under a cherry blossom, doing whatever it is that dead people do with all that free time. Her short hair, pink as the falling leaves, swayed lightly as she turned to Youmu. She was quite the beauty, one of the otherworldly kind, tall and thin with an ample bosom and ampler curves behind her sky-blue dress. However, truth be told, her deathly pale complexion could use some work. “Hm? Deary me, here did you find those?”

“I made them for you, Lady Yuyuko, with the rice from Hakugyokurou’s garden.” Youmu hold the dango forwards toward Yuyuko.

“Don’t mind if I do!” She slowly took one of the dango, examined it closely, and took a small reluctant bite to taste it. “Mm!” Clearly Yuyuko must have liked it, for the rest of the dango seemed to vanish into her mouth in a instant. The entire tray that Youmu had so carefully prepared vanished before her very own eyes in another instant. “Ah, that was quite good…” exclaimed Yuyuko as she patted her flat stomach in satisfaction. “Do you have any more?” Now her stomach let out a gurgle to know that she was ready for much more, and her eyes were wide open in expectation as if she was a predator hunting for more food.

“N-No…” Youmu was happy to see her lady enjoy the food she made; she wasn’t happy to disappoint her with tragic news of the non-existence of more dango.

“Aww…” Yuyuko was sullen now, which was a rarity for her.

“B-But! I can- I will make more, Lady Yuyuko!” Youmu rushed away from Yuyuko, intending to right the wrong that she had made.

All-you-can-eat For a Pound(ing of Rice)

Diligent as she ever was, Youmu got to work. Pounding rice by day, pounding even more rice by the evening, massaging her sore shoulders by night. Soon she built a healthy stack of dango, a grand gift suitable for her gracious mistress. The half-gardener newly-christened-half-chef hoped that an entire bucket worth of dango would satisfy Yuyuko at last. With such grand ambitions she set forth for her mistress’ way once more.

“Lady Yuyuko!” Youmu slowly waddled towards Yuyuko with bucket-full of dango in both hands. She set it down, the bucket making a grand “Thud!” as it collided with the ground. “I- Huff, I’ve made these all for you!” She sat on to the ground having been left breathless after having carried such a heavy object.

“Hm?! Deary me, where did you find those?!” Yuyuko took out her fan and waved it around to cool herself even though she was quite cold due to not being alive.

Youmu had to catch a few more breaths before she could answer. “With my own two hands! Please, enjoy these all you like Lady Yuyuko.” Her eyes were fixated on the face of her mistress’ pleased face.

“Where do I even start with these…” Yuyuko hesitated for a second, overwhelmed by sheer quantity. This was a whole lot of dango to behold. Then as she did the first time, Yuyuko took one of the dango and popped it into her mouth. Then another. And another… Poor Youmu watched in horror as all her hard work was consumed so quickly. She thought that her mistress would have to slow down eventually. On the contrary, Yuyuko only got quicker.

“Ah…” Yuyuko heaved a deep sigh when the last dango was cast into the depths of her stomach. She leaned back on the tree, the results of her gluttony being on full display to her servant watching her. The bucketful of sweets had to go somewhere and that somewhere was Yuyuko’s belly. What was formally flat had become large and distended, her stuffed stomach unable to be contained by her dress. This pale ball of skin was visible through the slit in her dress which had been pushed aside in a most revealing manner unbefitting of a refined lady like Yuyuko. Her chest rested upon this bump, slowly rising up and down as she did her best to breathe with how heavy she felt.

To Youmu this scene seemed quite concerning to say the least. “Lady Yuyuko, are you feeling fine?” She rushed to her mistress, doing her best to cover Yuyuko’s exposed belly and legs for the sake of conserving some decency. Her attempts were futile as the two sides of her dress couldn’t meet once more due to the huge mountain of undigested food in the way. “I shouldn’t have made all that…” Her regret was abated when she noticed that Yuyuko looked quite pleased with herself, a wide smile on her face.

“No, no… Huff, I’m happy to have good food…” Yuyuko didn’t seem too bothered with the fact that she was feeling like her stomach might burst at any moment. “…I would happily have more if you could…” Here Yuyuko let out another thing that was most unbecoming of a refined lady: a loud burp. She tried to cover it with her baggy sleeves, but it was too late. Her face went a bit red out of embarrassment as she did her best to continue conversation. “…provide me some more.”

“As you wish, Lady Yuyuko!” Youmu rushed away once more, with her brain working on the matter of increasing dango production. She’d work diligently to satisfy her mistress with newfound gusto.

Teamwork Makes the Dream (of Fat Yuyuko) Work

Youmu was just one woman, one gardener with a measly amount of two hands (and one phantom half which lacked hands) who could do work. The simplest solution was to employ more hands, and employ more hands Youmu did through a quick visit to the Hakurei Shrine. Convincing the poor shrine maiden was as easy as bribing her with a cut of the food made. Reimu wasn’t the only one convinced however; she was usually not the only person in the shrine. Her frequent visitors would be conscripted into production as well. The GDP (Gross Dango Production) of Gensokyo soared as a crack team of dango production was formed headed by Reimu. The most productive of this team was Sakuya, who had all the time in the world to stop time and finish entire batches by herself. Then came Alice, who had an entire assembly line of dolls running by the first week. By the second week of production Reimu and Youmu had no more work to do as everyone did their work for them. They lazily sat back and sipped tea while munching on their share of dango.

With this massive increase in the mass of dango produced also came an increase in the mass of Yuyuko. Youmu delivered, Yuyuko ate. Youmu delivered more, and Yuyuko ate even more. Her days were now spent comfortably sitting under a tree, gulping away at the massive piles of sweets being sent her way. Her once flat stomach now resembled the dango she loved so much: soft and pudgy. For the first few weeks this change was barely noticeable under her loose dress, except for Youmu having to slightly loosen the belt that sat just under Yuyuko’s chest once in a while. Then came a point where her pudge began spilling from under her dress, her bare belly visible to all. Adorning this newly developed belly was her ever-fattening bosom which was even softer than her belly. Youmu often found her head resting there after a long hard day of doing nothing and watching everyone else work. She could also find comfort in the thighs and arms of her mistress, which had also gained quite a bit of fat. They seemed as soft as clouds when Yuyuko embraced her while sleeping due to now ever-present food coma, though Youmu had to be careful not to be suffocated under the deep crevices of Yuyuko’s mountainous chest. Her mistress was quite the beautiful woman before all the added pudge; having more of Yuyuko only served to make her better.

The increase in GDP hadn’t only affected Yuyuko however, though its effects on Youmu were slower due to her smaller share. Her physical activity had gone down drastically, as her days were now spent commanding her workers in the Hakurei Shrine, watching her mistress gorge away in bliss and falling asleep on the softest pillow known to mankind (a.k.a. Yuyuko). She first noticed her clothes getting a bit tight, her vest not buttoning as smoothly as it had before. Her mistress began pinching her soft cheeks more often. Realization dawned upon Youmu after she observed the same thing happening to her partner-in-crime, Reimu. The shrine maiden’s stomach had expanded to stretch the boundaries of her once loose shirt.

No matter what was happening to Youmu, her mistress seemed to like it. Yuyuko was already fond of playing with and teasing her servant, and she seemed to love caressing the newly forming areas of fat on Youmu’s body.

One day, while trying once more to button her ever tightening vest, one of the buttons on the bottom finally popped. Her stomach flopped out after escaping its confines, jiggling like freshly pounded rice. Sewing it back on came to Youmu’s mind, along with maybe exercising a little bit more so she wouldn’t have further problems with her wardrobe. Further consideration led to her shrugging and giving up on those ideas.

Being a bit pudgy couldn’t hurt, right?

Expanding Horizons (and Waists)

Yuyuko was unrelenting in her quest to eat as much as possible. She was always surrounded by countless buckets and trays; some filled some emptied. By this point moving had become quite a bother for her. Even now, when she was empty, she couldn’t stand up without being out of breath (which admittedly isn’t that big of a problem for a ghost). Every time she moved it was as if a mountain had gained legs and began walking. Her legs, thick as stumps they may be, struggled to carry the enormous mass of fat called Yuyuko. Her belly expanded sideways to an arm’s length and it bulged downwards, touching the ground even when she was on her legs. It jiggled to and fro with every step taken, shaking the earth beneath her to its core. Her stomach was always growling, always hungry no matter how much she did her best to fill it. When she was full, moving was out of the question. The sheer quantity of food would weigh her down too much, not to mention Youmu who’d fall asleep while clinging on to her.

Her eating habits were equally monstrous. Youmu always made sure to keep the food as close to Youmu as possible so that her mistress could eat as comfortably as possible. Yuyuko’s would extend her thick arms, grabbing dango by the handful with her fat hands who were unsuitable for elegant operations like “grabbing only one dango at a time”. The entire mass of dango in her hand would then be quickly (this was the only quick movement she made) swiped towards her gaping mouth. Before Yuyuko even managed to swallow anything there’d already be another batch coming from her another hand. Her cheeks filled up with dango quickly, making her already puffed-up cheeks look quite ridiculous. Without a chew or bite the entirety of the dango goes down to her throat and into the bottomless pit of Yuyuko’s stomach. This process, of snatching and gulping continues with only brief interruptions from a loud belch breaking the peace and quiet of the Netherworld and desperate gulps of water being shoved down her throat to quicken her pace. The only thing that was protesting Yuyuko’s actions were her stomach, which was doing its best as it was stretched to new limits every day. This process continues for an entire day before Youmu arrives after a hard day of no real work.

“Huff, puff… Lady Yuyuko…” Youmu has gotten her fair share as well, if not as much as Yuyuko. She’s still able to walk, only barely having enough energy to make her way back to Hakugyokurou. Her belly spills forth from her shirt, which is only buttoned on top to hide her flattest bits. Unlike Yuyuko who has experienced growth at top, Youmu has mostly expanded from her bottom, looking like the half-human equivalent of a giant pear. Without any breath left to say more words she heads for Yuyuko’s warm, soft, and very sweaty embrace. This is usual for her, though what’s unusual is what’d happen afterwards: her mistress shoving a handful of dango into her mouth. “Mmph?!” Without objection Youmu gulps her share down, though she can’t help but voice her confusion. “What’s wrong, Lady Yuyuko?”

Yuyuko has to do her best to take a deep breath before answering, being interrupted with a loud “Bwarp!” coming out her mouth. Youmu can hear her stomach churn and digest as her head lies on it. “I was just missing my dear Youmu… Huff, why can’t you always stay with me?” Yuyuko squeezed Youmu a whole lot tighter than usual, leading Youmu to let out a burp of her own.

“I’m the one who carries all your food here, you’d starve if I wasn’t the one delivering it…” Then Youmu had a genius idea once more. She was half-human, but she was half-phantom. It wouldn’t be too hard to convince some errant spirits to do her job. In one breath Youmu explained this idea to Yuyuko, which caused her to be smothered in a whole lot of fat once more.

“Huh, great!” Yuyuko then took another handful and quickly shoved it, not inside her own mouth but Youmu’s. “I’ve had enough today, how about I feed my dear Youmu instead?” Common rules of courtesy dictated that she should have asked the question before shoving food inside Youmu’s mouth. Thankfully, Youmu had no objections to this plan. She passively lied on Yuyuko’s belly as an endless torrent of food entered her, an amount that she had never experienced until now. Yuyuko’s enormous belly to the right, her jiggly arms to he left, her mountainous bosom above and her thickened thighs below, it was pure bliss. Youmu slowly fell asleep once more, under the gentle care and caress of Yuyuko.

THE END